Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 16

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 16 He Finally Comes

Marco’s POV:

She looks so small sitting on the sidewalk. At first, all I can feel is relief that she’s safe, and the wolf within me calms at the sight of her. Her black hair, which she’s pined into an ornate style, drips onto her glistening pale skin. The red dress is slick and clings to her figure, accentuating every soft curve. She shivers against the cold where she’s huddled under a tree, and I can’t help but wonder if she would have stayed there all night, waiting for me.

I can’t help the curiosity that fills me when I think of her. We came into each other’s life by pure accident, but I’ve never quite met anyone like her. No one has ever waited for me like that, with such loyalty and patience. It’s foolish and reckless but… sweet, and I’m annoyed by the odd sense of affection that fills me as I walk toward her.

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Tanya’s POV:

I brace myself from the cold to be best of my ability, but water trickles between the leaves of the tree I’m crouched under, soaking my gown in spite of my best efforts. But suddenly, the water stops, and I look up in surprise to see Marco holding a black umbrella over my head.

My heart skips a beat at the sight of him, and he wordlessly takes off his jacket, draping it over my shoulders and shielding me from the rain. He examines my shivering form with displeasure before speaking.

“You shouldn’t be out in this weather. How long have you been out here, foolishly waiting for me? You look like a sad little w*et flower.”

Honestly? I’m not sure how long it’s been. I lost track of time a while ago, and right now, all I can think about is the fact that he’s actually here.

“I don’t know… but I couldn’t leave. I was afraid you’d show up, and I’d be gone. I couldn’t do that to you.”

He shakes his head with disapproval, and perhaps I have behaved like a petulant child. But he came, and he found me.

I say softly. “Here you are

I look up at him, little droplets clinging to my lashes. Finally, he sighs, running

invite you to this restaurant tonight. Someone else sent the flowers. I don’t

slightly in defeat as his words sink in. The roses, the restaurant…

“Oh… that’s okay.”

of

holiday that much, but if I’d known

he pulls out a small bouquet of wildflowers. The stems are slightly crushed, but the dainty petals are intact, and the droplets on them look like little diamonds, glittering

short while ago,” he says, his voice softening. “They made me think of you, little flower.

these wild, colorful delicate flowers are so much more beautiful. I would much rather

I whisper.

and the shadows, I swear I saw Ayana’s eyes watching us from across the street, full of contempt and indignation. But when

let’s get you home,” Marco

to him, happy to obey, but when I try to get up, my legs are shaky. I’ve been curled up and trembling in the cold for so long that my feet

my chest as my head spins. Marco’s arms are strong around me, but I quickly

or not, I know he doesn’t love me. Our marriage is an arrangement, and he probably doesn’t want this kind of

To my surprise, he kneels in front

carry you,” he

that I don’t want to inconvenience him, but I can barely stand, let alone

shoulders. His muscles are hard and taught against my skin, and I pray he can’t feel my racing heart as I gently take the umbrella from him, holding it

our heads as he starts walking back toward the townhouse. The street

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